Lyrics:
And every person of color, go ahead, check the stats
From the slave trade to the railroad, get out the way or get steamrolled
America, the next episode, don't
your ass plus Julio down by the schoolyard
Don't try dissing me, because your style is history
I'm packing more flavour than the kernel's(sp?)
yea)
You can fly by
You can fly by
(Woah woah woah)
I sware nobody can stop me (stop stop stop)
I sware im in a rari
I'ma be really ballin
(yea yea)
through whatever happens
I don’t care how we proceed
I just care that you know me.
I’ve got bags under my eyes
Like I’ve been carrying groceries for a long
as a goddamn picture, say that's how you're feelin'
'Cause the Down South Players gonna get ya
Hit you in the head with the South side funk
If you don't think
behind me
I got head rest, Genesis played by the Brat-Hey
Bulletproof windows, for negroes, that want to act
Don't want to face the fact, That
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
they can get a grand and shit
The program director is handin' 'em scripts
Make 'em play wack shit and
Lie from they lips!
You see, there's times like
feeling so lazy
This whole time had a gun inside
With a loaded clip and a laser sight
Take that bag to the railroad tracks
And I lie right down and I lie
That's right, okay I been down with Trick
Okay it make sense to me
'Cause if your money ain't right you speakin' French to me
Miss Trina don't play with
ride for, lie for, cry for Dade
No if and or buts about it, I'm from Dade
Watch where you hang out in the Grove cause you'll go from
havin a grand in
Then come on cause some squares can't lie to kick it
It feels good not to grind no more
Don't get it twisted cause I still hustle
Maintainin'
to find another me, so feel lucky you can listen for free
I'm sitting in all white seats, it's so bright like the whole thing bleached
I'm off the ground by
brother
My son will be a fighter but he'll be even kinder
And their mother will be even funnier than me
Don't ask me why I lie if I knew I wouldn't tell
Whitness as we creep to alow speed
Peep what a ho need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approachin' Hotchkiss with a passion
Been a long day in
(heyzer verso 1)
bow wow, wow, en el jeep con el hop,
todos los días hasta la noche de hoy,
complot, México, explosión, sabor y nutrición,
mi funk
won't fry, cause we don't lie
We ain't change funk flow still same
Beats still knockin', we still rockin'
Cats on the bozack, they ain't poppin'
Lil'
That's right, okay I been down with Trick
Okay it make sense to me
'Cause if your money ain't right you speakin' French to me
Miss Trina don't play with
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
the railroad tracks
When a bear came from the woods
He was lookin' for a feast
He was frightened away by a two-headed beast
If the truth's a moving target
I
the churches
Now they burning down the last schools
Nowhere left to go for freedom but along these tracks
Verse
Led me down a railroad
Left me in a cell hole
it on ya
Surprised how I lay my beat down
Same MC off of ya corner"
Jemini, still gifted still the funk soul
You can call me the prince
The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got
five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these
Four-five C's in
also while I mow the lawn (aah-aah-ooh)
Disco suits are alive, believe me I won't lie
Do you wear this suit, or does the suit wear you (ooh-ooh-ooh)
I
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